A/N: I wrote this for my friend, Viet Devil.

WARNING: This is an Elseworlds story.

The night fell like it always did. Dick rushed down the stairs, and into the bat-cave. He pulled Bruce's old costume over himself. All that was left was the mask. He looked over towards Barbara, who was sitting across the room, now approaching him. She touched his face like she used to when they were only teenagers.

"Dick-" Barbara looked him in the eyes, "You are such a good man."

Dick smiled giving Barbara a quick peck on the mouth.

"I love you, honey." Dick said.

As Dick pulled the mask over his face, and turned to the bat mobile, she crossed her arms.

"Be careful." She said.

Dick looked at her, only taking in her plea.

Barbara knew she wasn't sleeping that night. She was pacing in the living room of the Wayne mansion. Alfred approached her.

"Ms. Gordon is there anything I can get you?" he asked, a look of concern on his face.

She shook her head.

"Oh, no thank you Alfred." Barbara said.

Alfred put a hand on her shoulder.

"I am sure, Ms. Gordon that Master Dick will be alright." Alfred said.

Barbara fought her tears, turning towards Alfred. Alfred, to her surprise, sat down on the couch, as if he were exhausted.

"Alfred?" Barbara sat next to him, she was rather concerned.

"Master Wayne was like a son to me, Ms. Gordon." Alfred said, "You are all like my children."

Alfred lost his professional expression and just displayed sadness.

"I would have done anything to save my son." Alfred said, "Even the worst of things."

Barbara laid her hand on his.

"I tried…" Alfred sobbed a bit, "I tried to save him, Ms. Gordon, but I could not…I failed his family name, and I am so ashamed…"

Barbara shook her head.

"No, Alfred, this is not your fault." Barbara said, "Only one man is responsible, and that man is a lunatic."

Alfred sobbed a bit more.

"I miss my son." Alfred said.

Barbara looked up when there was a harsh knock at the door. Alfred looked at her.

"Were you expecting company?" Alfred asked.

Barbara shook her head.

"No, I was not." She said firmly.

She touched her hand to the doorknob, as she heard through it uncontrollable laughter. She froze, as she slowly turned away from the door to Alfred. She was holding her breath.

"Alfred…" Barbara said, "Please…lock all the doors and windows."

Her voice was urgent and quiet-like.

Alfred left the room in a hurry, doing exactly as she said.

Barbara slowly approached the door again. Her breath was fast paced now as she twisted the doorknob and un-linked the chain. She closed her eyes tightly. She knew she had to be brave again. Like she once was. When she opened the door she saw the Joker, as she expected and dreaded, standing in the doorway. Beside him was his ball and chain, Harley Quinn. There was a big smile across his face.

"Hello sweetheart." The Joker laughed, "I found you!"

Barbara glared at him, as he came forward to her and touched her face. She slapped him away.

"You killed him." She said, the anger swelling in her veins, "HOW COULD YOU HAVE KILLED HIM?"

She started to punch the Joker in the chest.

The Joker laughed as he threw her back inside the living room. He walked inside, followed by Harley, who closed the door behind them.

Barbara was falling to tears, as she scrambled to get up from the ground. The Joker came at her again, tossing her aggressively across the room, as he continued to laugh. She fell against the wall, now she was fearfully crying. The Joker pushed himself against her, pushing her tighter against the wall. Barbara let out a squeal. He covered her mouth.

"No, Shhh Shhh Shhh." The Joker said with a smile, "I know who you are, sweetheart, and I know who you love."

Barbara tried to get out his grasp, but the Joker had her tied down good. She could hardly breathe, her lips smashed against the wall. She gasped, as he threw her back to the couch. She tried her best in her hysteria to scramble back up towards the door. She barely got unto her feet when Harley pushed her back to the couch.

"You aint going no wheres until the J man has ya." Harley said, glaring.

The Joker leaped on top of Barbara, pinning her down. She fought him, and started to scream.

"ALFRED!" She yelled, "Oh, God, PLEASE!"

The Joker covered her mouth, and her screaming was muffled. He held her down with both his hands on her arms. A big grin came over his face as he pushed his body against hers, keeping her down as he stripped her jeans and panties. She closed her eyes shut as he stripped his own pants. Harley watched from the corner, a gleam in her eyes.

Barbara started to whimper as she felt him inside her. Her body tensed up, and tears fell down her face like rain in a flood. He could hear her whimper and scream underneath his hand that still covered her mouth. It only gave him more power. He thrusted and thrusted, until finally he knew he was done with her. The Joker stood up from her, pulling his pants back over his body. She wanted to leave, but she could will herself to, she couldn't move her own body- all she could do was cry.

A deep, dark chuckle spilled from the Joker's lips as he looked down at her. He sat back down next to her, pulling out a knife. He took her hand, gently, and placed the dagger in it. Her hand was trembling. He held it tighter. She was hyperventilating.

"No." she said firmly, still sobbing terribly, "NO…please…!"

The Joker took her hand, with the dagger, and threw it at her chest, and brought it outwards again. Barbara tried to draw air in, but instead she lied there, and coughed up a bit of blood. She coughed, coughed, and coughed- until finally, she couldn't anymore.

The Joker threw down his dagger, standing. He looked down at Barbara Gordon for the last time, chuckling.

Alfred rushed back from Master Wayne's old study, moments too late. He rushed back to the living room. The room was empty, all except Barbara, who lay on the couch, with a pool of blood on her shirt. He looked over at the front door. It was wide open. Alfred slowly shut his eyes.

Alfred didn't say a word, as he dragged her body, slowly, but surely, down to the bat-cave. He used all the energy he had to prop her up on a table. He looked down at her.

"Ms. Gordon, please don't leave us." He begged her.

A statement, he knew, would not help. Alfred sadly walked to the bat-computer, and picked up the phone.

Moments later, the bat-mobile came flying in the bat-cave. Dick jumped from it, and ripped off his mask. He rushed towards Barbara. He looked down at her, trying to touch her, trying to fall into understanding of what happened. He couldn't bring himself to touch her face. He propped her head up, and then on the other end, taking her legs as well. Now, carrying her in his arms, he fell to his knees. Now, she, close to the ground, as he was, he brought her to him. Dick gritted his teeth, and tightly shut his eyes.

"No…" he said, tears starting to fall, "No…YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!"

Dick started to fall apart, hugging her tightly.

Dick looked up at Alfred, his eyes red.

"Alfred, tell me who did this." Dick demanded.

"Master Dick, I do not think it is the wisest-" Alfred was cut off by Dick.

"-Alfred!" Dick exclaimed, "TELL ME WHO HURT BARBARA!"

Alfred sighed, saddened.

"It was the same." Alfred said, quite timid.

Dick looked away from Alfred, and down at Barbara again.

"That son of a bitch is going to pay." Dick said calmly.

Dick suddenly stopped, as he looked more closely at her body-her lower body. He dipped his hand in it.

"He…" Dick couldn't finish his sentence, looking back up at Alfred, "Alfred?"

Alfred lowered his eyes.

Dick could feel his temper rising. He calmly laid down her body, and jumped back up. He pulled the mask back on, and jumped in the bat-mobile.

Alfred watched it speed away. His heart grew with regret.